Dearest Mother and Father,
While trying to find a photo for this post I discovered that I don’t have a single photo of me with both of you. Or all daughters and both of you.
Let’s fix that sometime soon.
I will, of course, first have to teach Craig how to take a damn photo. And the actual shoot itself might devolve into me gritting my teeth and snarking at Craig and the rest of you and then drinking a lot of wine but then, I know you love that. Because I’m delightful, really.
Love, your daughter,
P.s. Sorry about the tattoos. I know you don’t love them as much as I do.